Fandom/Character(s): Avengers - Bucky Barnes/the Winter Soldier
Rating: PG-13 for le smoochy-smoochy
Original Idea: This lovely imagine.
Notes: I’m bad at writing romance. Please forgive me for being somewhat vague.
For absolutely no reason whatsoever, Bucky Barnes and I didn’t get along. Ever. We fought all the time. It was probably because he was trying really hard to get everyone to like him and I was kind of confrontational and didn’t believe yet that he wasn’t entirely back. I still thought he was part Winter Soldier.
This was one such day.
We were arguing deeply about our last mission, in which I was shouting that he made the wrong call in choosing when to snipe and he was shouting that I didn’t have the war experience he did and therefore had no authority to be commenting on his decisions.
The rest of the team had abandoned us the moment we’d gotten home. We’d fought most of the entire jet ride and kept going. We were both sweaty and tired, but our anger made us forget.
“This isn’t war, Barnes! This is espionage!” I spat.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s not war! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” he snapped.
“I know exactly what I’m talking about! You’re supposed to be Mr. Clandestine, best assassin ever and you march into this with the wrong mindset! You were thinking like a soldier not a spy! You could have jeopardized everything we went in for!” I was red in the face and could feel my eyes burning, like I was going to cry sometime soon. Oh no. Please don’t let that happen. Not in front of him, I thought desperately, angrily fighting down my emotions.
“You are so immature!”
“I hate you!” I finally shouted.
“I hate you too!” he retorted.
I’m not sure which of us started it, but I had my hands in fists in the front of his shirt and his were pushing me back before getting tangled in my messy, matted hair. My mouth was all over his and my back hit a wall as he pushed again.
It was the most aggressive make out session I’d ever had.
At some point his shirt vanished into a corner and mine got tangled around my ankles. He was in the skintight black tank top he wore under just about everything and I was in my sports bra and gray camisole.
We were so lost in each other that our frustration seemed to peter out.
I had my head leaned back dangerously far in order to reach his much taller head and he used my position to his advantage, trailing his lips all the way down to my throat.
“I still hate you,” he murmured.
“Good,” I replied with a grin, grabbing his head and bringing his mouth back to mine. “I hate you too.”
Suddenly we heard snickering from off to the side and saw a flash of light.
With a suction noise we pulled away from each other and turned to see Natasha leaned against the doorframe with her phone in her hand. “No, no. Don’t stop for me,” she remarked. “Just know the rest of us have had an ongoing bet about when you two were going to aggressively make out against a wall. You two have had so much tension there was no way it wasn’t going to happen. And long story short Tony owes me a thousand bucks.” With a cackle she took off down the hall, shouting, “Hey TONY!”
Bucky, with his hands on the wall, trapping me in place, hissed a breath past his teeth. “Can I shoot her?” he seethed.
“No,” I decided.
“Because the last time you shot her she still managed to shoot an RPG at you.”
“That was one time when I was brainwashed. It’s different now!” he protested.
“You can’t shoot Natasha,” I reaffirmed.
“Don’t. You’ll turn this into another fight.”
“I will?” he demanded.
“We both will,” I conceded. “And I’m so sick of fighting you.”
“So am I. But just so we’re clear, I still hate you.”
“Good because I still hate you too.”
And I pulled him back towards me by the shoulders. His elbows bent near my sides and his face collided with mine—not in an unpleasant way. I closed my eyes and leaned into his skin—cold from exposure to the air conditioned atmosphere of the Tower. He sighed through his nose, the air fluttering my eyelashes. I copied him and slid my hands over his powerful back.
Then there was whistling from the doorway. I didn’t even bother to turn to look as Bucky’s spine snapped ramrod straight and his arms dropped away from the wall. “Well, I can’t say I didn’t see this coming,” Steve commented. “I’ll leave you to it.”
The moment his best friend was gone, Bucky closed the door and locked it. He snared both arms around me, twisted to he was the one against the wall, and leaned back in.
I didn’t hesitate to go right for his mouth.